Something in the walls

Where is the peace and levity that I once knew?
How darest I be thrust unto this, comfort lay in preterition
My ambiguous mind thought it sound all the same
A violent painting hangs amid my former mirth
Beautiful in silence I am captive of it's pain

Wading through colours, black drifts into pleasant twilight blue
What may I see within its patterns?
I am waiting for you

Figures and their shelter cast, are obstructing my odium
Resist I may, yet hollowed by the searing gaze of an unknown eye
I fear that here amongst the oppressive fog of a tired, yet ageless night
My restraint too common, a vassal am I, suffer I shall to shed my blight

What is this cancer, these lessons from the abstract design?
Enter it's grievance, I am tortured to see it through
Blind to your apparent cause, all I see is you
Rise thy wicked purpose, rise

Fierce serpent, speaking in tongues
Your breath the soliloquy I crave
Yet deaf I be to the monologues
I beg of you interlocution... I am afraid
Only damp sorrow in the air to breathe
Territory of thine choices and words
Decisions I remember, how I wish to forget
Growing impatient with passing reminders
I run in fear, fall into inevitability

I am not ashamed of these perverted dreams of mine
A mystic art thou, terror present, tuth behold
That for which I hunger is a human plague
A hunger worth dying for, yet I shall ne'er see a grave
Wading through the colours, black drifts into pleasant twilight blue
What may I see within it's patterns?
I am waiting for you